After a long week of teaching VBS and wrapping up swim lessons I was really looking forward to Father's Day weekend myself. Typically when a holiday falls on a Sunday it means that Jerry doesn't have any meetings--a rare and special treat. Getting to ride together and sit together at service as well as having his help getting the girls in and out of church is a bonus too.
We celebrated his dad Friday with a train ride to the zoo for a special evening event and a big homemade breakfast the next morning.
My dad is in Canada, which left Sunday completely to celebrate my Jerry.
It started with snuggles from his girlies and then it was off to church.
We grabbed lunch at a new-to-us burger joint which happened to be on a trolley stop.
So we rode the trolley to the end of it's line which was downtown.
Walked a couple of blocks and ended up at the base of this building.
At which point my camera battery died (all little pics from cell phone), but not before snapping this pic of my 3 favorite people.
I don't think I could have imagined a more perfect impromptu afternoon. Especially not 12 years ago when Jerry proposed to me exactly 57 floors above this perfect fountain spot.
I definitely wouldn't have envisioned how needed our afternoon nap would be or that the evening movie choice would be Toy Story 3.
What I did know then was that if a restaurant wasn't busy on Father's Day when everything around it was on a 30-45 minute wait, that you should definitely stay away. Far, far, away. But then again, what I didn't know then was how skewed your thinking can become when you have two hungry children and it is nearing bedtime. (and you don't feel like cooking!)
That restaurant choice, which shall remain nameless and NEVER, EVER, EVER visited again, is the very reason you are getting a Father's Day post today and not on the actual day. You know that feeling of food that is sitting in your stomach but not digesting. Yes. That is the feeling I went to bed with last night.
And in our Daddy's truest form, Jerry bathed and put the girls down for me on a night I was hoping he could put his feet up and take a well deserved rest. Instead it was me who was laying on the couch trying to get in any position that wouldn't further my indigestion pains...subtle reminders of a dinner gone very wrong.
A yucky way to end an otherwise perfect weekend.
Hoping yours started and ended well!
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